Pain doesn't have to be the universal crash-course workshop for art, but poetry is a thing like no other.
It flows from fingertips and mouth, easy like Monday morning.
Teeth grit to hold tongue and thought and sentiment.

Mon cher, my dear, the one I hold
The one whose love is always shown
But my arms are weak and yours are strong
And more often than not, I am wrong
So it goes the other way
And often like that it will stay

So why'd you do it?
What made you think it was okay to blow it?
We spent so long patching up the things that didn't belong
And now it turns out that it was you all along
I spent so long trying to make things right

The truth is, my darling, that time has passed and we have grown. And yes, I do love you. And yes, that has everything to do with this poem. Loving you has everything to do with who we’ve turned into, and who we’ve grown to become.

I need you to tell me where I went wrong
I’ve spent too many nights, afraid of something I do not know
Terrified, that I might make the same mistake
But it’s a hundred times more powerful than you think

The truth is, I can read everything you've gone through on your skinThe lovely poetry that resides within you spillsIt spills in the form of scars, strechmarks, bruisesIt is overbearing, and it is all of you

i feel like i'm chasing us
navigating our warm embraces
i'm tracing the lines on your palms back to where we started
i miss you more than the pain of being with you
this hurts more than i thought it would

I drank him in like the fifth bottle of beer.
Swallowing the toxic liquid, I relived the fear.
It is one o’clock in the morning,
I received a text saying,
“Baby, I’m home from work. Show me your body. I love you.”

What do the words " I love you" mean?
Those words represent a special bond
One that these days, is rarely seen
Words that should be taken to infinity and beyond
That should be like a symbiotic relationship

What do the words " I love you" mean?
Those words represent a special bond
One that these days, is rarely seen
Words that should be taken to infinity and beyond
That should be like a symbiotic relationship

I've never been good at poetry, or I suppose writing in general.
I have been called a "wordsmtih" before, and friends reassure me that its a compliment.
Not sure if I deserve it, but compliments can be fun I suppose.

When I used to sleep at nightMy mind would always take flightIn the morning I'd wake up and you'd just take flight I can't stand to in my sightYea ain't nothin rightAbout you and me Us and theyHe and she ain't shit All I want to do is loveWhy can

Her: Felt like I couldn't breathe when I saw you for the hundredth time, told myself I'd be just fine when we connected eyes in class a while past nine Excited to be heartbroken once again, hated knowing it could only be provoked by her or him, wh

Every time I want to say that I love someone I swallow the words like a pill, not because that person is not deserving, or because my words would not be genuine, but rather that I have loved many and proclaimed many that I love them, just to have

I fall on my knees picking up my papers,
not wanting to lose another in case it’s important.
I am shoved back down this time hitting my head against the fountain.
Pitying myself and wondering what offense I made

A daughter needs her dad so he can teach her his morals and life lessons, she needs him to teach her how to be strong, and a daughter needs him to help pick up the pieces when times get rough and he is gone.

I was a liar as a kid.
Not big lies, just the " Yes I cleaned my room" even though I actually just pushed every thing under my bed.
I used to get in big trouble for little lies. My momma would be so mad at me.

My name is Mariama Suwaneh.
I was born on April 5, I’m eighteen years old, I am 5’3.75” but I tell everyone I am 5’4”.
I am terrible at soccer, I love the Spanish language, I don’t really like chocolate,

It was quite..just for a second, forgot about everything that was surrounding me,I felt myself struggling to move my feet because I was so weak at the knees.I could still hear the echoing of her voice..her beautiful voice,I could still feel her w

Honesty is all I would change
maybe if we all could be genuine love would not be in vain
if I could change the roles of honesty
maybe a liar would feel the victims pain
He lied to me that's why I feel this way

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.....ElectronicaCloudy days bring me back to who I was. Thinking about myself, cuz no one does. Im a lone warrior walking silently in the midst. Trying my best to live without a balled fist.

I will never look at you the same ever again. What you did to me, I will never understand. How dare you ever tell me you adore me! When now all you ever do is ignore me. I don’t understand how I could change your mind.